Michael nodded, unsure of what was happening, but along for the ride either way. He stripped off the shirt and watched it fall to the ground near where he had neatly folded and arranged his things.
"I'm sorry I can't..." Bruise you? Order you around? "Hurt you."
He frowned, knowing that hadn't come out right. But it was the truth.
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Date: 2008-06-26 07:21 am (UTC)"I'm sorry I can't..." Bruise you? Order you around? "Hurt you."
He frowned, knowing that hadn't come out right. But it was the truth.